Over time, you find that the love isn't split into three, it's multiplied by three, and that sharing isn't sharing anymore; it's a way of life that is so natural, beautiful and fulfilling that you can't imagine any other way.

I fell in love with a boy. And the boy asked me to marry him. And, you guessed it: That boy? He wants kids. To make matters worse, he's the type of guy that you just know will be an amazing father. Well, this really left only one thing for us to do: a test run.

If I had a baby, surely my hormones would kick in, I'd become really Zen like the Red Sox and my life would be devoted to our kid. But somewhere deep down, I knew that being a mother wasn't right for me.

Not long after I got married, I started getting asked The Question. Those of you who have encountered this question in its many forms know that one element is always the same, no matter how it's posed. We are always asked "when," not "if."